What a gorgeous, scent of burst, <br />On my brain, it comes as thirst, <br />Green its pits, are found in tree, <br />Red and ripped, they get in deed. <br /> <br />Such a scent, delights my mind, <br />So its texture, delights my taste, <br />When its grain, catches my eye, <br />Lovely aroma catches all rest. <br /> <br />It was blackened, in the fire, <br />This big process, gives the color, <br />Red as cherry, grain to see, <br />Blessed taste, rejoices me.<br /><br />Zoila T. Flores<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/favorite-coffee/
